The crown falls out of his indolent hand; the crown that is his beautiful city of Arles with its high walls and ponds and square paved dams, with the large Roman arena and a great number of black bulls, with the church of St.
At Smørrebrød er ikke Mad,
Og Kierlighed er ikke Had,
Det er for Tiden hvad jeg veed
Om Smørrebrød og Kierlighed.
जब शाम हुई अपने दीये हमने जलाये ,
सूरज का उजाला कभी शब् तक नही पहुंचा ।
जिस फूल मे खुशबु थी उधर सर को झुकाया ,
हर फूल के मै नाम-ओ-नसब तक नही पहुंचा ।।
खुली खिड़कियॉ
हमेशा हैं पर्याय
ताज़गी का
चाहे हो भवन
या फिर कुछ भी।
खिल-खिल खिल-खिल हो रही, श्री यमुना के कूल
अलि अवगुंठन खिल गए, कली बन गईं फूल
कली बन गईं फूल, हास्य की अद्भुत माया
रंजोग़म हो ध्वस्त, मस्त हो जाती काया
संगृहीत कवि मीत, मंच पर जब-जब गाएँ
हाथ मिलाने स्वयं दूर-दर्शन जी आएँ
Keep your mind intent upon
the path that leads to immortality.
Should it stray from the path,
it will fall into evil ways.
Be firm with it and have no fear;
For mind is like a suckling baby,
which tosses restless even in its mother's lap.
II
Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand.
In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you with nothing.
I will spread myself out at your feet and lie still. Under this clouded sky I will meet silence with silence. I will become one with the night clasping the earth in my breast.
Make my life glad with nothing.
Hours fly,
Flowers die:
New days,
New ways:
Pass by!
Love stays.
It stalked him to the end of fear,
like clockwork, down each Gothic street
of Königsberg, as if it knew
precisely when their hands would meet.
kamakhya on nilachal~
pilgrims trekking together
to the mother's womb
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(Note: The temple of Goddess Kamakhya on the Nilachal or Blue Mountain, near Guwahati, in Assam (India) is a centre of Tantric cult of Hinduism since remote ages. It is a prominent Shakti-peeth, where the mother goddess is worshipped in its 'yoni-mudra' form.)
